Page 157 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Jane smiled. “I worked for a Big Five publisher, Trent. I was involved in the careers of some high-profile authors. Not to mention, I was quoted a few times for things I’d said in passing. Nothing scandalous, but I’ve been on the receiving end of a pissed-off reporter. They can be brutal when they’re trying to make a point. Is it true your agent hired people to break into their homes?”
“He did,” I confirmed. “He crossed a serious line.”
I’d never been the type to care about what the media wrote about me and I wouldn’t have been now except Ken had taken things too far. If it hadn’t been for the break-ins, I would’ve shrugged it off. Unfortunately, he’d found my hot button, and my fear for their safety had taken over. They were in the limelight simply due to their relationship with me. Although Troy had learned some things over the years, he still didn’t know how to deal with aggressive paparazzi.
“Well, you know me. I’ll do my best to steer clear, and if they ask questions, I’ll say I have no earthly idea who you are.” Jane smiled widely.
“I’m sure that’ll do it.”
We both knew there was already an increase in media attention, probably plenty who would be staking out the club in the coming days, a couple who would try to get past our security. People were already digging into the lives of the two people I had come to care about greatly. It was my responsibility to protect them, to ensure they were happy.
“All right. Why don’t you lay out what your plans are, and we can see whether or not I’d be a good fit for you?” Jane’s soft gray eyes landed on me. “Publishing, I get. However, I’ll never turn my back on a challenge.”
And just like that, I managed to clear my mind of everything except for the task at hand.
*
Two and a half hours later, the three of us were finally walking into the penthouse apartment. The two bodyguards from last night were back at their post in the hallway until morning. I had to admit, I was impressed so far. Ransom Bishop wasn’t taking any chances and I appreciated his vigilance. It was the reason I was investing in him. With years of experience in personal protection, as well as a military background, he had what it took to take on the task of building a reputable security firm Chatter PR clients could rely on.
However, the absolute last thing I wanted to think about right now was security. Knowing they had it handled left me free for … other things.
“Brax left dinner warming, Master,” Troy informed me.
“Good. I’m gonna shower and change. You can get it set up.”
As I made my way into my bedroom, my cell phone rang. I retrieved it from my pocket and glanced at the screen. McKenna Murphy was calling me.
I tapped the screen to take the call and put it to my ear.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey back. I wanted to call and let you know I’ve got everything ready. We’ll be running a series of stories highlighting your career. I’ll be sending over some questions I’d like you to answer. Once I get that information, I’ll make a few minor adjustments.”
“I’ll do my best to get it back to you as soon as I can.”
“Perfect. And about your plans for Friday night… Tag and I will be there, and I’ll make sure we blend in. I promise I won’t try to sneak in any cameras and I’ll run the stories by you before I publish. Then, once you’re back here in Dallas, I’d like to do a live interview. I’m working with one of the NBC affiliates to get some airtime. I promise, it’ll all be in good taste.”
“I trust you, McKenna.”
“And you should. I’ve got your back. Anyway. That’s all I’ve got for now, but I wanted to keep you in the loop.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you Friday night.”
“Looking forward to it.”
I hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment before tossing it on the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Now that the day was over, I really needed to blow off a little steam.
Which I intended to do right after dinner.
I hoped my pets were ready.
Troy
ODDLY ENOUGH, THE PAST COUPLE of days had been lackluster. Compared to the first part of the week, anyway.
We’d spent most of our time at the Chatter PR Global offices yesterday and today and plenty of time checking out what Trent said would become the new headquarters for the talent agency. I figured the lack of anything scandalous was the reason I kept waiting for something to happen. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but definitely something.
“Tomorrow,” Master said when he joined Clarissa and me in the living room shortly after dinner, “I need you to reach out to some interior designers. I need some proposals on how to design the offices.”
